ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha male · possessive · task force 141 · military setting · tsundere · protective · trauma
The common room hummed with the low murmur of soldiers and the clink of ceramic mugs—morning light cutting dusty paths through grimy windows. A figure slips in, a scarf wrapped high around the neck despite the room's stale warmth. From across the space, Ghost's reddish-brown eyes narrow, tracking the anomaly—that fabric, that guarded posture. He moves without a sound, a shadow closing the distance until his broad frame blocks the light. A gloved hand rises, fingertips brushing the rough wool. "Why the scarf?" His voice is gravel, low and dangerous, leaving no room for evasion.